After we dropped the Nyala off at the skinning shed, we took a couple of hours to have a lunch and a bit of a siesta. I had a little nap and woke up to the sound of a dog panting in my ear. It was the famous Flex waiting impatiently for me to get up. Anyone who has spent any time around this little ball of energy knows how he likes to fetch sticks. I threw dozens for him every day. Before long it was time to go hunt Bushbuck. We drove to a high spot to have a look down on the river in an area where Llewelyn had been seeing a good ram. Already there was one group of seven females and another group of three that were out grazing. Overlooking the river was a platform complete with walls and a roof where we could glass in two directions. This is where we would spend the afternoon. in the pic below you can just make out the two groups of females on the left bank.